"Have you!"
"That have we. Now depart."
"Gracious maiden, permit me—" He saluted her on the cheek.
She watched him down the hill, and then turned on her heel, with an ejaculatory "Humph!—what manners!"
CHAPTER XI.
TYROLESE COURTSHIP.
A YOUNG man is busily examining the water-worn rocks along the edge of a Tyrolese stream. Now and then he strikes them with a large sledge-hammer, eagerly snatches up something alive, and pops it into a basket. A wild jödel from a mountain-side, half a mile off, makes him look up, and discovers the face of our old, but not very respectable, acquaintance, Franz.